Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-08-20
HETTLE WHEELER'S SCRAE
BOOK.
BY JONAS JUrroN.

devoted to each other than were Harry
Somers and Hettie Wheeler. You
might find in fiction characters whose
hearts throbbed with truer. nobler
love for each other, but in real life
never. They were as essential to each
others happiness as were the soft mel
low rays of the golden sun, or the warm
gentle showers to the rich purple viO-
lets and blue-bells which grew in rich
profusion on the banks of the clear,
babbling brook along which Harry and
Hettie loved to stroll together in beau
tiful, balmy springtime. Hettie was
the only child of her widowed mother,
and Harry knew that when he married
duty would require him to support Mrs.
Wheeler as well as Hettie. Therefore
prudence warned him not to attempt
matrimony until he was sure that his
income was sufficient to support them.
He was a turner IN a large furniture
factory, and he knew he could not sup
port them with his slender salary of
$40 a week. AS Harry was ever on the
alert to advance his employers interest,
was prompt in the discharge Of his du-
ties, and polite and courteous to every
one, the proprietor soon discovered his
worth and assured him that he would be
promoted to the position Of foreman Of
the turner's room when the present
foreman's contract expired, which was
only ten months of. That was the
time to which Hettie and Harry looked
forward with so much pleasure, for as
foreman Of the turner's room, with a
salary of $40 a week, the brightest
dreams Of their lives would be realized
and their long-delayed marriage
would be contaminated. They talked of
their future, thought of it, dreamed of
it Ten months seemed an age to them,
but they were happy in the thought
that the time was no longer. The day
on which Harry received the pleasing in
formation that he would be promoted
to the foremanship of the turner's
room, Mrs. Wheeler received a letter
from her cousin, Mr.. Frank Newton,
Of New York, stating that the following
week he would be down in that part OF
the country to look after some land he
had purchased, and that before return
ing to New York he would make them
a visit. Hettie and her mother were
in a fiUtter of excitement, for Mr.. New.
ton, the wealthy proprietor Of a pOpu.
lar New York literary paper, was almost
a stranger to them. Hettie had never
seen him, and Mrs. Wheeler had not
seen him since they were children to
gether. Mr. Newton, a hne-lOOking
pOrtly gentleman of 40, handsomely at
tired. and with magnificent diamond
pin blazing on the immaculate shir
front, at last arrived. Mrs. Wheeler
and Hettie heartily welcomed him t.
their humble home, which was as brigh
and cheerful as soap and water, fou
industrious hands, and two happy, smil
ing faces could make it. On the second
evening after Mr.. Newton's arrival. Het
tie, whose services were required in tn,
kitchen with her mother, excused her
self to her cousin, and, handing him he
scrap-booll, remarked that he Nigh
find something in it that would interes
him while she and her mother We're out
After they had eaten supper and wer
again seated around the blazing firt
which burned and cracked in the sit
ting-room CRATE, Mr.. Newton agail
picked up Hettie's scrap-book and care
fully turned its leaves. After turning
fifteen or twenty pages he stopped an,
said, cousin Hettie, while you an,
Cousin Kate were preparing supper
read these two little stories which in
terested me very much. I see the,
were written for your village paper
Their author certainly possesses rar
literary talent Do you know witt
wrote these pieces, Cousin Hettie?"
Kettle blushed and was on the poin
Of stammering out a reply, when he.
mother said:
II Will tell you the name of thu
author, Cousin Frank; it is Harry
Somers. He is a young man, a turne-
IN the furniture factory here. He is al
exceptionally nice young man, and i
Kettles most devoted admirer. They
viii be married as soon as Harry re
ceives the position of foreman, whicl
will be next fall am highly pleased
with Hettie's choice, for Harry Somer
Is one Of the incest young men I ever
knew"
"Ah, ha that's the way the wind is
blowing, is it, Cousin Hettie?" said Mr..
Newton, with a merry twinkle in his
eye. "But why are you waiting until
he is foreman before marrying?" he
continued.
"His wages are not sufficient at pres
emit to support US, candidly replied
Hettie. "He only receives SO a week
now, but as foreman he viii receive
$50 a week"
Il would like very much to see the
young man" continued matter-of-fact
Mr.. Newton, "and if it is not too far tc
his house, and you VIII accompany me,
we viii walk over and have a short talk
with him"
There viii be no necessity for that. D
blushingly replied Hettie; "for this Is
Harry's night to call; and if he is well
he viii surely be here.
II am glad to hear that, for I had
rather see him here. But I had for
gotten that. if intrude. I VIII spoil
your tsts-a-tste, said Mr.. Newton, viii
a sly glance at Mrs. Wheeler.
@Oh. I don't care for that CousiI
Frank 4 can see Harry most any